The Economy Is So Bad...

The economy is so bad that I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.

The economy is so bad, I ordered a burger at McDonalds and the kid behind the counter asked, "Can you afford fries with that?"

The economy is so bad that CEO's are now playing miniature golf.

The economy is so bad if the bank returns your check marked "Insufficient Funds," you call them and ask if they meant you or them.

The economy is so bad Hot Wheels and Matchbox stocks are trading higher than GM.

The economy is so bad McDonalds is selling the 1/4 ouncer.

The economy is so bad parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children's names.

The economy is so bad a truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico.

The economy is so bad Dick Cheney took his stockbroker hunting.

The economy is so bad Motel Six won't leave the light on anymore.

The economy is so bad the Mafia is laying off judges.

The economy is so bad Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.

Some Outtakes From Reviews Posted by Zagat Users.

What they lack in quality, they make up for with butter.

The waiters are trained to bang into you.

Proof that there’s no shortage of people who want to eat bad food in historic buildings.

I’d love to go back – if you were paying.

I liked the concept until I ate here.

I actually pulled out my cell phone and called to ask them to please bring us water.

Our wine was a year older when it finally arrived at the table.

I was told by the waiter that I have the wrong palate.

Like eating in an NYC subway station, only nicer.

Besides the cockroach crawling up the wall, it was ok.

Service exists in two modes: know it all and not at all.

Dishwashing utensil in my gumbo tainted the meal.

The service is like a bad high school play: warm, well-meaning and completely inept.

I don’t tip if I get groped.

I thought I was looking at an oil painting when suddenly it moved –it was my waitress.

I’m pretty sure I ate cow’s udders and liked them.

The special occasion place for people with bad taste.

Quail With Figs had exactly one fig. When asked for more, the waiter replied,”There’s one fig per customer!"

The maitre d’ made us wait to be seated, apparently for no other reason than because he could.

I would rather eat sushi from a vending machine.

Great food amid a sea of shorts and black socks.

Even their ‘regulars’ have stopped going there.

Foie gras does not need to be put into a mascarpone cookie.

The waiter took my order, went outside to smoke and then waved through the window.

Could someone do something about the uniforms? 1982 just called and it wants its suspenders back.

We could have lived without knowing that our waiter was ‘Steven from Long Beach.’

If I wanted to be treated with distaste, I would just stay home.

They make you walk around with a horse stick and blow a whistle.

That’ll teach you to tell someone it’s your birthday.

Overpriced and undergood.

The food may be bad, but at least the service is slow.

It seems that the owner, the chef and I have lost interest.

My waiter was so soft-spoken I thought he was a mime.

Breaking bread’ should not mean you have to use the side of the table.

The No. 1 spot in town for crooked pharma reps to stuff fat doctors full of $50 steaks.

Once you drive through ax-murderer country to get here you are pleasantly surprised by all the people and the buzz.